Black As I — Withering Surface

You Are The SALT In SICKNESS I Am The WOUND In SICKNESS And HEALTH

The Music Ceases As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases As The Tirering Music Pleases

You Are The WATER In SICKNESS I Am The FLAME In SICKNESS And Health

Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual VIRGINITY

Maybe, I Want To Cherish Your Sensual INABILITY

Maybe, You Ask Why Why You Are, BLACK AS I

And Sorrow Fills The Moon As I KISS HER Faithfully And Shadows Fill The Room As The BEAST Take Shape To Win

You're Black, You're Black You're BLACK AS I

When Our THRILLS Cease I Leave The World Behind A DELIGHTFUL Feast I Wish Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried

Like Blood, A SCENT In The Sun So Special, Maybe THE ONLY ONE

And HER Flaming LIPS Swallow My Endless Mess And HER Lovely HEARTLESS Soul I Soon Have Torn – IN TWO

"All black souls should look for white elements in themselves"